The conflict raged! The din of arms—the yell
Of savage hate—the shriek of agony—
The groan of death, commingled in one sound
Of undistinguished horrors; while the sun,
Retiring slow beneath the plain’s far verge,
Shed o’er the quiet hills his fading light.—Southey.
For many months Britomarte remained a prisoner in Castle Thunder. She was not brought to trial as a spy.
She was brought up once or twice for an informal examination before the provost marshal or some other officer in authority. But when questioned she remained absolutely silent; so that no information could be obtained from her.
And the only witness that could be found to give testimony in her case, was the wounded rebel soldier who had overheard the conversation between herself and her lover, and who swore that her name as heard by himself was Bridget Martin.
So as Bridget Martin she was remanded to prison, where she seemed likely to remain until the end of the war.